notesfrombathysphere

To Continue To Write

To continue to write, even when writing is not an accurate description for what is unfolding, or what is desired. This typing, this hands-on-keys is just the outlet for a desire to know the depths. It can only be grasped if it is laid bare on the very edge of the process, where I-writer amContinue reading “To Continue To Write”

Their God, Your God

Writing to stave off the tears, or to bring them closer. Each word is like a platelet, each paragraph a drop of blood. The book is the body that I must shed in order to continue living. Deadly serious this task of diving. There is but one dictum: that which is hidden, be revealed. Continue reading “Their God, Your God”

GOOD OLE WALT

Good ole Walt, what was he thinkin’ when he decided to enter the minds of children? Did he think that he was doing them a favor? Readying them for lifelong suffering at the hands of masters? A Utopian, that one, a special breed, a builder-with-vision. The landscape of America was never the same; heretofore spreadContinue reading “GOOD OLE WALT”

WHY WRITE, WHY NOW?

There is anger in me, and anger, unexpressed sits like a snake around the bowls—coiling, tensing, suffocating… The need to write comes with the anger, a command, an order that I make for myself, and execute. Only it’s not as simple as executing a command. A soldier is not an artist, only the materialContinue reading “WHY WRITE, WHY NOW?”